I feel like I’m in a rut, writing-wise.

Is it because there is nothing to say? Perhaps. Too much? Maybe that, too.
I’m writing this in a word processor and it keeps telling me when I screw up, with a sentence fragment. Or something. I think it’s funny that our computers think they know grammar better than we do. (that’s a joke, computer. And thanks for telling me that I mis-spelled ‘grammer’ a minute ago, that was cool of you)

So what’s going on? Where should I start?

My mom-in-law got sick just before Christmas. No, not broken-arm sick, that we had for Thanksgiving, this was an infection that had moved to her blood. So she spent a week in the hospital. Now? She’s in a skilled nursing facility, doing exercises and getting real live nursing care that we really can’t do here at the house with three kids. My wife has been busting her ass to do things for her (legal stuff, plus the usual ‘can you run get me a sprite’ stuff). Visit just about every day; unless someone else from the family is stopping in to see her.

The home itself is an incredibly sad place, to me. People that have just gotten old. Now they sit in their chairs or their beds, waiting for the next big activity. Some days it’s a haircut. Sometimes they just look forward to lunch or dinner. It’s tough just to be there, for me. But it’s a necessary thing; there aren’t enough nurses in the world to be in all of these people’s homes at once.

We are hoping that in six or eight weeks she’ll be home. Maybe before that. But the main thing is she has to be strong enough to move herself around. We’ll see how that goes, but you’ll understand that I don’t write about it much here – there isn’t much to say right now.
Christmas was strange, for us. Not just because of the hospital stay, but because this is the first time in over 20 years we’ve been home for Christmas. My kids were freaking out (‘Santa won’t come here – it’s too HOT.’) In the end we had a lot of family time, just our family, and it was pretty cool.

The paycheck-gathering thing is kicking my butt, time-wise.

I mowed the lawn last weekend; it was hot. Won’t have to mow this weekend, and they say the weekend after that it may freeze. Go figure. If you want I’ll take a picture of the green grass.

Say, in the ‘can of worms’ department – I put my email address into one of those websites to get a quote about a move (Grammy’s stuff going to another town, the big question is should we uhaul it or pay someone to do it). Guess what? Yeah, they are FLOODING my fucking in-box. And calling my phone. “We’re ready to give you! A Quote! Here’s a coupon for a free box! We’re the best!” Yeah, except on some of the emails (I’m not making this up) they misspell words like “quote”. Which is kinda funny, since my word processor told me just now that ‘kinda’ is not a word; but apparently I spelled “fucking” right, since it isn’t underlined. Oh, and that was one mother of a run-on sentence, it just said.

I think I’ll quit now. Say something, I won’t bite.

Okay, one more thing. Die Hard, re-enacted by Bunnies, in 30 seconds.